Spiders
Disclaimer: this is a poem bit inspired by Tigun, which I do not own, hence the lacks of any character mention. But I did write it with Knives specifically in mind. Just think of it as a poetic counter argument.
Spiders, they dangle on their thread,
Are shunned, cultured and even breed.
Yet monstrous hideous they can be,
To eyes that would rather not see,
The similarities between man and beast,
Though we accept them, at the least.
Though is it truly cruel or mean,
To hunt one's prey with stealth and keen?
Can we truly judge those that cannot understand,
A law, a Judge, or a Demand?
Or would you have the butterfly,
Kill the spider until they all die?
No, you would smash it without delay,
And watch it die, a hapless prey.
Or don't you see, as you watch and sit,
That you are being just like it.